Only when we’re fully aware of a moment can we be truly happy. Someday I will not be able to smell the needles on the pine tree in my yard. Perhaps I’ll be incapacitated, or maybe the tree will be gone. Perhaps I’ll live elsewhere. Definitely I’ll be dead. But today — right now — I’m holding fresh pine needles and lifting them to my nose. This tree and I exist in this very same day, time, hour, minute and moment. How lucky for us both. I can see how tall it is, feel its bark, enjoy its scent. How tremendously fortunate I am to have this time.